No one is able to enjoy such feast than the one who throws a party in his own mind.
There is so much one would rather not believe until one has seen for oneself whether it is true.
Nothing on earth can make up for the loss of one who has loved you.
Here, no mercy is shown. One hates one's fellow man to the glory of God.
It is often the case with the silent children about us, that they cherish a dream which they dare not talk about.
Young horses who cannot bear the whip or spur find life hard. At every smart they start forward and rush to their destruction, and when the way is stony and difficult, they know no better expedient than to overturn the cart and gallop madly away.